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No, not a statue to be exact, it should be a work of art made from dead branches and other waste.

It's a statue of a god, absolutely

"The Black-robed King," I muttered, looking at this three-story statue with a dull expression, even if I didn't have a physical body and existed as a soul, I could clearly feel every pore on my body explode.

That indescribable fear swept over me almost instantly, enveloping me completely.

Really, I don't think this statue is weird, I don't feel afraid, I only feel afraid.

I think there's a difference between fear and fear.

The former can still be controlled, and the emotions will not collapse, but the latter I am almost scared to pee my pants.

I couldn't move at all, and even my mind seemed to be frozen, so I could only stand motionless, looking at the inexplicable statue of the god, and fell into endless fear.

At this time, I couldn't control my emotions, and I was ashamed to shout for help, and I shouted at the top of my voice

But at the end of the shout, I involuntarily quieted down.

The fear that came out of my heart was like something that was physically present, completely blocking my throat.

If I dare to shout one more word, I will be in even more trouble, this is what my sixth sense told me, and if I speak out, I will die.

God knows what the old sect wants to do on the Black Dragon Mountain, what they want to do is definitely beyond my imagination.

Before that, I hadn't dealt with people from the old religion, and I probably knew their style of doing things.

They are very purposeful and don't do meaningless things, that's how they do things.

This idol is definitely not built casually, not to mention that it is like a god statue of this size, it must take a lot of effort to get it out, what do they want to do??

At this moment, in the forest where I was directly opposite, many old sect gentlemen suddenly came out.

I thought they had spotted me and were coming straight for me.

But this was not the case, and they formed a circle around the side of the statue.

Roughly counting, there are more than 40 people.

"At the moment of the great enemy, we must pray that the true God will bless us with victory, as long as this time it is done"

The gentleman who spoke was very old, and he could tell from his voice that he seemed to be older than the old man.

That kind of hoarse and lifeless voice is definitely not something that middle-aged people can have, it is the taste that can only be revealed by old people who have experienced their twilight years.

Perhaps because of someone interrupting, I found myself calming down a little bit and my fear lessened by half.

In the process, making sure that the gentlemen hadn't noticed me, I turned my attention away and continued to stare at the idol.

I don't know why, but I always feel like it's going to move all of a sudden.

Those gentlemen must not have noticed my presence, and they reverently gathered in a circle and knelt down at the statue of the black-robed king.

The sound of their prayers, like muttering to themselves, was soft, but I could hear them clearly.

"King hidden in the galaxy, your black robe is like the wind, only the sound of it is heard, and you don't see its person, your eyes are as bright as the stars, and when you open your eyes, the galaxy will extinguish the color."

"There are black stars reflected in that lake"

"May the Black Star Rise as Usual"

"The afterglow of the sea of stars is coming to an end, and the road to the afterlife is in front of us"

"The land of abundance, the city of black stars, and the eternal Laphtesa will all come here"

"The King of the Black Robes, the Faceless of the Past, is here and now"

"Forever."

With their prayers, the whole mountain forest fell silent, and the trees that writhed and struggled returned to their usual appearance.

Everything seemed to be back to normal, except for the statue.

That's right.

The idol moved as I felt it

There was no wind in the mountains, to be precise, when they had finished praying and began to prostrate continuously, the cold wind in the mountains stopped, but the robes that hung on the idol were not windy.

The sound of the robe being blown by the wind was loud, and the whirring sound passed directly through my eardrums and into my brain.

But the gentlemen of the Old Religion, who did not seem to realize this, as if they could not see the movement of the robes, kept kowtowing to the idol.

The fear that had subsided in my heart not long ago was now coming back to me, even more so than I could have just felt.

The dead branches that made up the torso of the idol also came to life, stretching and squirming like worms.

At the top of the statue of the black-robed king, where the head should exist, the pile of skulls connected to each other also began to shake from side to side.

And looking at the direction of their movement, it seems that they want to turn their faces, and they are turning in my direction

My gut told me I was dead.

"Ahhh!!h

The skulls seemed to be frightened, and of course, maybe they were intimidating me, and they all opened their mouths and let out screams that I had never heard before.

It's no exaggeration to say that the moment I heard that scream, I had a premonition that my soul was about to be gone.

The originally translucent body is even more illusory at the moment, from head to toe, there is no place that does not hurt.

Splitting, tearing, the pain is really hard to describe, and it hurts a hundred times more than when I planted the evil child in my body.

I just have one idea.

Just order it to death, really, it hurts so much that I don't want to live.

"Take off your mask."

The sound was very strange, I heard every word very clearly, and I pronounced the words very clearly, but I don't know why, I always felt like it was a series of bubbles bursting.

It's the sound of water boiling and gurgling in a pot.

"What mask??" I scanned left and right in a panic, trying to find the person who had just spoken: "I don't have a mask!!" What are you talking about?! ”

"I who have no mask, only I who have no face, now, take off your mask"

At this point, I finally found someone to talk to.

It was none other than the idol of the black-robed king

It came to life, bent forward and hooked up, just like a normal person would have asked, and the skulls were also facing me, as if they were staring straight at me.

Many of the old sect gentlemen who were prostrating around the statue were covered by it, but they kept kowtowing as if they couldn't see this scene.

"Hereafter, you have the smell of it, and now, take off your mask."

It continued, every word was incomprehensibly weird, it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, young and old, people and ghosts, and the voice was extremely special, the kind I described earlier, and when people listened to it, there would be a sense of déjà vu like a bubble bursting.

"Master, is it useful for us to pray like this?"

At this moment the gentlemen all stood up, and while patting the dust off their bodies, they chatted in a very relaxed tone, similar to small talk.

"It works." The old gentleman smiled: "If we are religious enough, the true God will surely hear us." ”

"Then why doesn't it give us a little response?" The gentleman who asked the question sighed and said very disappointedly: "It took us a lot of effort to get this statue up, if it doesn't work out this time."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The old gentleman scolded: "With the prophets leading the way, we will not fail, understand!" ”

As he spoke, the old man, with the other old teachers, turned around and walked towards the woods from which he had come, walking without looking back, not caring at all what was happening at this moment.

Until they disappeared from my sight, no one looked back, as if no one knew about the fact that the idol had come to life, and they could not see it.

"I see, then it all makes sense."

Now I can understand it, and I can be sure.

What I can see, I can't see, feel, or touch that I live in, and it can be said that the world I live in is a world other than the real world.

This world is definitely not the underworld, absolutely not

The world in which the Yin Soul lives is definitely far from here.

In our industry, relying on the means of leaving the body of the soul to pass through the yin, there are also many gentlemen who have been to the underworld or have seen the other side of the yang world.

But what they see is different from what I see, completely different.

At this moment, the idol seemed to sense the doubts in my heart, and it knew what I was thinking, and explained word by word.

"This world is called real."

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